When I Get Home

Forgive me my groanings.
Today I surrender
These repetitive strains,
These perpetual embers,
My lingering hopes
And unmet desires
Have I forgotten so soon
How to douse these fires?
I don’t need someone
To see my soul
When I know You see.
I believe You know.
And earth is a place
Broken and ragged,
And loveless,
And jagged,
But still under Your nose
And skillful hands.
My hopes may never be met,
But I must still stand.
I remember today
It’s not about me; it’s about You.
Give me what I need
To do what I must do.
I write off the loss
Of everything’s sum.
I hand You the grief that stings,
Remember me when You come

Into Your Kingdom
Oh Tender King.